"You beast, do you believe I'll slaughter you right now and stew you for a drinking snack!" that cultivator also replied in a cold voice.
Moyang sat quietly in his seat, a faint smile always lingering at the corners of his mouth. At that moment, he spoke up: "What kind of thing are you?"
With that, he slowly stood up, walked step by step to stand before the cultivator, and said: "I've been trying to figure out, where on earth do you get the nerve to point fingers at me?"
Chapter 42